"If that day really comes, Brother Sang, do you still expect him to remember today's kindness and spare your life?"
"Since that's the case, if you have suspicions, just kill him. Nothing could be simpler or more satisfying. Why ask so many questions?"
Tian Wujiang smiled faintly, his eyes filled with sinister, icy malice.
Jealousy of the worthy and capable.
Such things were all too common.
For someone like Tian Wujiang, when a genius stood before him, with foundations more solid than his own had ever been, his first reaction was to kill.
He could not tolerate the prospect of this ant before him suddenly surpassing him in a very short time and then strutting about before him.
Much less the possibility that this ant might someday kill him.
Even the mere thought set his killing intent surging.
Those who walked the underworld had no friends. Every growing genius was a suspect who might someday kill them for a bounty!
Zhao Qingsong's throat rattled, his eyes revealing the utmost fury and hatred as he fell backward, face turned to the sky. Yet with his final strength, he crushed a signal arrow he had somehow already clasped in his hand.
He threw back his head and roared, "The man who killed me was Tian Wujiang!"
Relief and despair appeared on his face, and his body crashed to the ground.
Tian Wujiang struck abruptly, but he was already too late. The signal arrow shrieked into the sky and exploded in midair, revealing the image of a longsword charging straight through the heavens.
The sword's image whistled through the air for a moment before shooting eastward, flying on without ever turning back!
It grew fainter as it flew, but it kept flying. Once the sword left its sheath, it swore never to return!